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Chapter 285 The Star Marshal Is Mensao 22
So a few people also rested their minds, just looking over there with some doubts.

"We just released the main star, why did the other party receive the news so quickly?"

"I suspect it's the gang from Planet One. After all, besides them, I can't think of anyone else who will stop us."

"Blind, I hope I just encountered space pirates unfortunately."

Otherwise, it can only mean that there are ghosts in the main star army camp, which is of great importance.

As the few people were talking, they saw that the movement outside had become quieter, and then the soldiers returned to the warship by manipulating the machinery.

Press those people over.

There were not many people, only five of them, and they were all caught in a panic at the moment, with vicious faces on their faces.

"Sir!"

After the soldiers finished speaking, they pushed several people to the ground, pressed them down and knelt down facing the young man.

The leader vomited blood when he opened his mouth, gritted his teeth and looked at the few people.

"Hey, a group of lackeys from the Federation have the ability to kill me!"

Qi Jing narrowed his eyes, his eyes fell on several people, his voice seemed a little cold.

"What do you think you are?"

As soon as the words fell, he raised his slender legs and kicked him hard with black military boots, with a faint mental pressure, without leaving any strength.

The opponent was obviously unprepared and was kicked several meters away until he hit a pillar in the distance. Then he fell softly to the ground.

The young marshal retracted his legs slowly, with a bit of hostility in his delicate eyebrows.

"I just killed you, so what?"

The man struggled to stand up, his eyes full of vicious light. Due to the height problem, even if he raised his head, he could only see his slender figure and slightly tight jawline.

He wiped his mouth and poohed.

"It's better to be like this, otherwise I will kill you sooner or later!"

The three standing quietly behind them also frowned tightly upon hearing this.

They are all people with blood on their hands, no one has been hated, it's just that they obviously have no contact with this group of people, why do they have such resentment towards the boss, and even such hostility towards the Federation.

If the other party is really the gang from the first planet, I'm afraid this mission will be more involved than they imagined.

Seeing his elder brother being treated like this, the person closest to him immediately struggled away, took out the syringe in his pocket and stabbed at the young man with a vicious expression on his face.

"go to hell!"

Qi Jing narrowed his eyes, and a mental barrier immediately appeared around him, firmly bouncing people away.

Zhang Ye couldn't hold back a sneer.

"I'm really out of my mind."

A little A-level psychic still wants to assassinate an SSS-level psychic at close range. Isn't that brainless?
Seeing this, the other three people also struggled quickly, but they were firmly held down by the soldiers who had been prepared for a long time.

The man was a little suffocated, but he still didn't give up. He grabbed the military boots of the man in front of him with trembling hands, and raised the syringe to stab his leg.

The young marshal lowered his eyes, and the dark eyes lightly fell on him.

He raised his foot slowly, and stepped on his cold military boots hard, twisting them harder, like stepping on an ant.

"Ah! Ah--"

The piercing pain hit at once, and the people on the ground couldn't hold back their screams.

Qi Jing narrowed his eyes, looked down at him condescendingly, raised his hand to reveal a trace of mental strength, suppressed his voice, and said a few words lightly with his thin lips.

"It's noisy."

Only then did the others realize that the man in front of him was the cold and boring First Young Marshal of the Federation. According to legend, his methods were extremely cruel, and no prisoner of war could survive a day in his hands.

The other party seemed to have no intention of interrogating them, and just spoke indifferently to the soldiers.

"Take it."

"Yes!"

(End of this chapter)